Tearing my clothes, self-flaggelating, and wailing about those poor Jewish people.
I was out golfing with Q. He said he'll be back next week.
To get to the choppah!
Fuck yeah, soy bitches…
What laptop?
Next is the strategic deployment of freeze dried, aerosolized virus strains to take panic to 11.
He thought you said "Do you think I'm cute"
They attempted to destroy the fake ballots.
Research what you can, go with your gut instinct, and whatever happens happens.
If you die, stand in front of your creator of choice and say "WTF, dude?"